​I confess, I’m a sports junkie. It’s really my dad’s fault. I’m also good at blameshifting, but that’s for another blog. Growing up outside Nashville, TN, I became hooked on playing and watching some form of baseball, basketball and football year round. I loved them all. I lived for competition at every turn. As kids, we played something outside almost every day. We always kept score. I remember clearing the basketball court of snow in February and trying to play basketball with gloves on because we were tired of killing each other in football by that point. Other than when my cruel parents made me go to school, most of my growing up I was either playing or watching sports. At least we had sports at school!

Modern medicine has made eye-popping, jaw-dropping advances. With technology and creativity and man’s endless desire to solve the next problem, we have done amazing things for the human body. Brain surgeries to cure tremors and surgeries on babies still in the womb still seem unbelievable. I’m thankful for God’s common grace of surgeons, doctors and drug researchers to contribute to the good of man.

From my observations, there are many variations of what is broadly labeled Christianity. After over 2,000 years of progress and regress, we have arrived at something resembling a food court. The sheer variety and numeric choices can be overwhelming. Yet it’s all food, loosely defined. But here is where the analogy breaks down. In the food court of Christianity, some of it is laced with poison. If it doesn’t kill you outright, you may get sick, become malnourished.

There’s one sin rarely talked about, and almost never called out from our pulpits … gluttony. Maybe in the midst of the obesity epidemic in America, we can lay some of the blame at the feet of us preachers who are strangely silent when it comes to the overindulgence of the palate.​